These lists roll through the emails from time to time. Generally, I pass on them, but this one came from Marah, so I will reply by making it a blog meme. She's special like that. Feel free to repost on your own, or to send an email with your answers.
1. What is your occupation right now?
Trophy Husband
2.What color are your socks right now?
Nekkid feet
3. What are you listening to right now?
Miss Neverpoop humming a tune
4. What was the last thing that you ate?
Papa Murphy's Pizza. Yum...
5.Can you drive a stick shift?
Poorly
6. The last person you spoke to on the phone?
Dr. Wife
7. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Aw yeah!
8. How old are you today?
32
9. What is your favorite sport to watch?
KU Basketball
10. What is your favorite drink?
Well-crafted beer
11. Have you ever dyed your hair?
Just with the halloween spray dye
12. Favorite food?
Sushi. Chopstick-fu battles!!!
13. What is the last movie you saw?
Ratatouille
14. Favorite day?
Halloween
15. How do you vent anger?
Sit and fume...
16.. What was your favorite toy as a child?
Boba Fet Action Figure
17. What is your favorite season?
Summer
18. Cherries or Blueberries?
Cherries
19.. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back?
No, that would be crazy!!!
20. Who is the most likely to respond?
Matt
21. Who is least likely to respond?
Jessica Alba. She never responds to my letters.
22. Where would you rather be right now?
A beach, rocking in a hammock
23. When was the last time you cried?
Tears for Dan Drust
24. What is on the floor of your closet?
A few shoes
25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to?
Not certain, as I really don't know who all reads this blog. Probably Duff.
26. What did you do last night?
Drinking, scrabble, and dumb jokes
27. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburger?
Spicy, please.
28. Favorite dog breed?
Hot
29. Favorite day of the week?
Sundays usually involve a nap...
30. How many states have you lived in?
MO, IA, CA, KS, TX, and in two more weeks, MI
31. If you could be a character in any movie, who would it be?
Superman. Yes, I'm that geek.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Packing up and moving again...
For some reason it has been a tough thing for me to write about. Maybe it's anxiety over the details. Maybe it is disbelief. Maybe it is just frightening. But we are definitely moving.
Our time here has been a dichotomy. We have come to love a few wonderful people, the sunshiny days at Sea World, Sammy's school, and some familiar haunts. But these have been overshadowed by painful job difficulties, housing failures, financial woes, and the stress of feeling like we don't belong.
I feel like I have been trying to walk wearing just one shoe. Things that should be enjoyable are surprisingly awkward. Our apartment has never felt enough like home for us to unpack our boxes. Half the time I can't point north. I still haven't gotten a Texas driver's license!
I really have tried to click here. I had a job, joined a band, and picked a good coffee shop. I attended parades and festivals, drank Lone Star beer, and even tried on some cowboy boots. I think I'm just a Missouri-shaped peg in a Texas-shaped hole.
So I find, once again, the impending descent of packers and movers. We are bound now for Kalamazoo, Michigan.
Why Kalamazoo? Dr. Wife has found a job there that is more her speed and pays better. I'm unemployed, so it is an easy time for me to switch. Sammy doesn't start kindergarten for another year, so this is a good time from that front.
The town itself is a small, college town. That part is more our speed. It is much closer to my brewing brother and to several other close friends. It has bike paths and a climbing gym, several microbreweries and a cute downtown. I will have to deal with some serious winters. They do not screw around that far north when it comes to snow.
My friends in Texas, you will truly be missed. You did a damn good job of loving us, but it's time to hit I-35 again.
Our time here has been a dichotomy. We have come to love a few wonderful people, the sunshiny days at Sea World, Sammy's school, and some familiar haunts. But these have been overshadowed by painful job difficulties, housing failures, financial woes, and the stress of feeling like we don't belong.
I feel like I have been trying to walk wearing just one shoe. Things that should be enjoyable are surprisingly awkward. Our apartment has never felt enough like home for us to unpack our boxes. Half the time I can't point north. I still haven't gotten a Texas driver's license!
I really have tried to click here. I had a job, joined a band, and picked a good coffee shop. I attended parades and festivals, drank Lone Star beer, and even tried on some cowboy boots. I think I'm just a Missouri-shaped peg in a Texas-shaped hole.
So I find, once again, the impending descent of packers and movers. We are bound now for Kalamazoo, Michigan.
Why Kalamazoo? Dr. Wife has found a job there that is more her speed and pays better. I'm unemployed, so it is an easy time for me to switch. Sammy doesn't start kindergarten for another year, so this is a good time from that front.
The town itself is a small, college town. That part is more our speed. It is much closer to my brewing brother and to several other close friends. It has bike paths and a climbing gym, several microbreweries and a cute downtown. I will have to deal with some serious winters. They do not screw around that far north when it comes to snow.
My friends in Texas, you will truly be missed. You did a damn good job of loving us, but it's time to hit I-35 again.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The Boneyard Education
A good buddy of mine introduced me to dominoes a few years back (yes, six years probably). I went through a phase where I played a lot and taught people so they could play with me. I spent several evenings at coffee shops with my brother, sipping coffee, listening to indie music, and playing dominoes.
While cleaning the garage, I ran across one of our boxes of dominoes. I brought it into the house, intending to sit with Dr. Wife and play in the evenings and give our scrabble and boggle games a change-up.
"What are those?" asked Miss Neverpoop.
"They're called dominoes, and it's a game," I replied, hope building. She knew how to count. She could recognize patterns. She knew how to take turns (theoretically).
"Can I play?" Her question completed the tower of hope.
So I proceeded to teach her how to play. And she is pretty darn good. No score keeping yet, just matching the pieces, drawing tiles, taking turns. Her attention span is about one hand, maybe two.
This is really the first time she and I have played a game together. Wii bowling, sure, but this one is really a game where we don't just score against each other, we play with each other.
And when she wins, she celebrates by putting on a leotard, sunglasses, and becomes a Badass Fairy of Victory.
While cleaning the garage, I ran across one of our boxes of dominoes. I brought it into the house, intending to sit with Dr. Wife and play in the evenings and give our scrabble and boggle games a change-up.
"What are those?" asked Miss Neverpoop.
"They're called dominoes, and it's a game," I replied, hope building. She knew how to count. She could recognize patterns. She knew how to take turns (theoretically).
"Can I play?" Her question completed the tower of hope.
So I proceeded to teach her how to play. And she is pretty darn good. No score keeping yet, just matching the pieces, drawing tiles, taking turns. Her attention span is about one hand, maybe two.
This is really the first time she and I have played a game together. Wii bowling, sure, but this one is really a game where we don't just score against each other, we play with each other.
And when she wins, she celebrates by putting on a leotard, sunglasses, and becomes a Badass Fairy of Victory.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Excelsior!
Upon strolling into my local coffee shop (as we unemployed sacks of crap are wont to do) I was greeted by the cashier shouting, "good morning, Green Lantern!" I forgot, for a moment, that my shirt had the ol' Green Lantern Corps emblem (not Alan Scott golden-age old but Hal Jordan silver-age old).
With X-Men, Batman, Spider-Man, Hellboy, and yes even the Fantastic Four (whose only saving grace is Jessica Alba's fine behind) movies, comics have entered a realm of socially cool that I could have used as a kid.
It is nice that those of us guys who never watch Sportscenter can still share a coded lingo. Talk of power rings, Jack Kirby, Rob Liefeld's complete inability to draw feet, Science!, randomly conferred cosmic powers, and green vs. gray Hulks can connect a room of geeks. We draw alliances, judge moral character, even form little Justice Leagues of Opinion.
Having a daughter whose passion in life is pink and spinny clothes, I assumed that I wouldn't get to pass this along. Then, I met SuperSammy...
In brightest day, in blackest night
No evil shall escape my sight
Let those who worship evil's might
Beware my power, Green Lantern's light!
With X-Men, Batman, Spider-Man, Hellboy, and yes even the Fantastic Four (whose only saving grace is Jessica Alba's fine behind) movies, comics have entered a realm of socially cool that I could have used as a kid.
It is nice that those of us guys who never watch Sportscenter can still share a coded lingo. Talk of power rings, Jack Kirby, Rob Liefeld's complete inability to draw feet, Science!, randomly conferred cosmic powers, and green vs. gray Hulks can connect a room of geeks. We draw alliances, judge moral character, even form little Justice Leagues of Opinion.
Having a daughter whose passion in life is pink and spinny clothes, I assumed that I wouldn't get to pass this along. Then, I met SuperSammy...
In brightest day, in blackest night
No evil shall escape my sight
Let those who worship evil's might
Beware my power, Green Lantern's light!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Weak Skillz
One of the things I hate to hear most is "Daddy, I need piggy tails."
Now, don't get me wrong, I think my daughter looks a-dor-a-ble in pigtails. They bounce as she skips along her merry little way.
But good god I am completely hair-tie incompetent. Clips, bands, ties, braids, ponytails, pigtails, parts: It always ends in tragedy. 30 minutes of me combing the poor kid's head always ends with a touch-sensitive tangle with lopsided, uneven, destined-to-disintegrate fountains of hair. Her fine hair pulls sideways in odd bunches, leaving what appear to be bare patches of scalp! No, she is not balding. Her father is just retarded.
Why don't I get someone to teach me, you ask? I have. I have tried hanging her head over the edge of the bed. I have tried using lotion to help keep the fly-aways down. I have listened to countless dissertations from Dr. Wife on the fine art of the temporary ponytail used while hair gathering occurs. I even googled "incompetent idiot ponytail help" just for fun. All I got was a picture of me in college.
So today, we have one ponytail, cornrow-esque combing lines, a headband, and two clips. I know, she is still the best looking thing walking around. But her hair is a billboard to poor parenting. Dr. Wife had nothing to do with it. I take all blame.
Now, don't get me wrong, I think my daughter looks a-dor-a-ble in pigtails. They bounce as she skips along her merry little way.
But good god I am completely hair-tie incompetent. Clips, bands, ties, braids, ponytails, pigtails, parts: It always ends in tragedy. 30 minutes of me combing the poor kid's head always ends with a touch-sensitive tangle with lopsided, uneven, destined-to-disintegrate fountains of hair. Her fine hair pulls sideways in odd bunches, leaving what appear to be bare patches of scalp! No, she is not balding. Her father is just retarded.
Why don't I get someone to teach me, you ask? I have. I have tried hanging her head over the edge of the bed. I have tried using lotion to help keep the fly-aways down. I have listened to countless dissertations from Dr. Wife on the fine art of the temporary ponytail used while hair gathering occurs. I even googled "incompetent idiot ponytail help" just for fun. All I got was a picture of me in college.
So today, we have one ponytail, cornrow-esque combing lines, a headband, and two clips. I know, she is still the best looking thing walking around. But her hair is a billboard to poor parenting. Dr. Wife had nothing to do with it. I take all blame.
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